Chapter Ninety-Seven: Ming's First Love
The colleague glanced at Jiang Miao and said with a smile: "You have been working for so long, and you don't even know Minister Li's name?" ”
Jiang Miao smiled: "I usually follow you Minister Li, Minister Li is called, and no one has ever mentioned her name." ”
The colleague nodded knowingly: "That's true, Minister Li's name is actually Li Qing." ”
Jiang Miao only felt that her heart suddenly contracted, she pulled the corners of her mouth, and asked, "Mu Zili, sunny on a sunny day?" ”
The colleague nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?" ”
Jiang Miao's eyes turned black for a while, and as soon as she let go of her hand, the coffee cup she had been holding fell to the ground with a click.
Buzzing in my ears.
"I still choose to be honest, my most unforgettable love is my first love."
"I went to my friend's yesterday for her son's birthday and I went to deliver a present...... She was my first love, and it was not easy to be alone with a child...... I was in the hospital last night and she hurt her stomach from drinking...... Feed! Who are you! Looking for my dad? But he and my mom haven't come back yet......"
All afternoon, Jiang Miao was a little distracted, Zhang Yan saw that her face was pale and her eyes were fluttering, only when she was not feeling well, and when she checked the detailed list of unsalable goods that had just arrived in the company, he deliberately picked and threw her some of the simplest and easiest to sort out.
Finally staying up until the evening to get off work, Jiang Miao and other colleagues in the department waved goodbye, stood on the side of the road outside the company and called Miao Yuanyuan with a mobile phone. Her heart is now as chaotic as grass, and she especially wants to find someone to be by her side and listen to her talk about this untidy and messy matter.
The mobile phone rang for a long time, but no one answered, she held the mobile phone and unconsciously turned her head to look around, a familiar figure flashed into her eyes, and she saw Miao Yuanyuan smiling and running towards the shade of the particularly inconspicuous road across the road.
Jiang Miao's eyes followed her figure, and saw her enter the shade of the road, and after a while, she followed Zhang Yan along the shade of the road and turned directly into the small alley away from the main street, and the two disappeared from the field of vision with a smile.
Jiang Miao watched Miao Yuanyuan leave all the time, and then retracted his gaze, and glanced at the mobile phone that had already hung up with some dejection, only to feel that his heart was a little blocked.
She couldn't help but start to miss the old days, when Miao Yuanyuan belonged to her and was on call. And now, she is left alone, a little lonely, a little lonely.
She looked at the time on her phone, it was only past seven o'clock, her depression could not be resolved, she only felt that it was not pleasing to the eye, and she didn't want to go back to Guan Zhong's house.
She stood on the side of the road and was stunned, stretched out her hand to intercept a taxi, and when the driver turned her head and asked her where she was going, she blurted out: "The most beautiful KTV." ”
The moment the driver answered, her whole body suddenly relaxed, and she only felt as if she hadn't gone out to play crazy for a long time.
When she arrived at the place, Jiang Miao entered the KTV gate familiarly, ordered a small bag and paid the deposit, she sat alone on the spacious sofa, singing with a microphone, and drinking two glasses of beer during the interval.
I drank two songs with my throat in my throat, and I felt bored, so I ordered two songs at random to listen to the original sound, and poured beer into my mouth with a beer.
I don't know if it's because I'm in a bad mood, or if I've been under too much pressure at work recently, a few bottles of beer have been swallowed, Jiang Miao feels a little bit of a feeling, and her brain is dizzy and begins to derelict herself, she reached out and rubbed her head, and the little lucid consciousness that still exists makes her clearly know that she can't drink anymore.
She walked out of the private room with vain steps, ran to the door of the song hall, and was stopped by the waiter as soon as she walked to the bar: "Hey, beauty, you haven't paid yet." ”
Jiang Miao stopped, stretched out her hand to hold the glass table of the bar, frowned, and asked with a big tongue, "Checkout?" ”
The waiter hurriedly stepped forward to help her sit on the chair, and asked someone to go to the private room to check the drinks, and quickly settled the account and handed the rest of the money to Jiang Miao.
Jiang Miao took the money, stuffed it into her pocket casually, and wanted to stand up while holding on to the back of the chair, but she didn't know if she got up violently or if it was really a bit too much, she didn't stand up all of a sudden.
The waiter's service attitude was quite good, and he stepped forward to help her up: "Are you okay?" ”
Jiang Miao waved her hand and said in her heart, anyway, she is not drunk enough to be unconscious, so it is nothing.
She shook off the waiter's hand, and walked out slowly, and after a few steps, she felt that someone came over, and the person walked very fast with his head down, shaking a flower in front of her eyes, and her feet were weak, and her body rushed forward.
The person who came was startled, probably in a hurry, and he didn't notice Jiang Miao, someone pounced in front of him, and he actually reflexively hid to the side.
On his side, Jiang Miao fell directly to the ground, this time she choked enough, she lay on the ground, the wine was surging, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
"Miss!"
Jiang Miao saw Venus in front of her eyes, and she sounded like a somewhat familiar voice, and as soon as she frowned, she felt that someone had grabbed her arm and helped her to stand up.
"Are you alright?"
Jiang Miao froze and raised his head, only to feel that there was a faint flower in front of him, so he listened to the familiar voice and shouted, "Jiang Miao! ”
Jiang Miao looked dizzily at the face that kept shaking in front of him, only to feel that this person's facial features looked very familiar, and they were shaking, and they were actually blurred into a ball, as if they were separated by a layer of mist, and they were hazy and could not be seen really.
She reached out blankly and touched it, and felt the skin under her hand stiffen, and then a warm hand grasped her fingertips.
She listened to the man and asked, "You came alone?" ”
She was stunned for a moment before she realized what he was asking, and nodded.
The man asked, "Have you drunk too much, or shall I send you back?" ”
This time, without waiting for her to answer, she felt that she was directly supported and carried out.
She vaguely felt that she had been helped into the car, so she heard the man ask her, "Where do you live?" ”
Family? Jiang Miao thought for a long time before reporting the address of Guan Zhong's house.
With the warm and comfortable air conditioner on in the car, she was drowsy, leaning back on the seat with her eyes closed.
Half-asleep and half-awake, she only felt that her lips touched a warm and soft place, and before she could carefully distinguish what it was, she felt a cool breeze blowing from her side, and she snorted, only to feel that her brain began to hurt a little again.
She heard a male voice beside her voice whisper in a low voice: "I'm Miss Jiang's friend, I've sent her back." ”
She squinted her eyes and glanced at the windy area, and in a daze, she felt as if someone was looking out of the window, and the car was warm again.
This time, almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt someone next to her speak: "Jiang Miao? Wake up, what building is your house? ”
Jiang Miao felt that this voice was particularly annoying, she waved her hand like a fly, and listened to the sound of familiar music, as if someone had flipped her pocket.